To be Two Men.

Simple prose again, takes a look at dealing with MPD from both sides.

Taste the sorrow, feel the pain,
Of a weary broken soul
Feel the paths grow dim,
As you ever war with yourself.

You defy the laws we follow,
Always wondering why you feel so hollow.
Can't you see
We can never be free.

Can't escape, but yet, I wish to be bound,
Save me from myself, but, bind me too,
I fear that all will fade in time,
But wish to erase who I am.

Striving always to control,
Yet you wonder why so unwhole,
My dearest friend, my bitter enemy
You must fade to black with the rest.

The fight grows weary, the lines Bleary.
Save my desolate soul...
For I begin to lose control.

You wish to be saved,
But yet you condemn those you love.
Do you deserve what you wish...?

Reviews

[Deron Anthony]

Confusion of our dual selves..I've been there. My dears friend, and bitter enemy...that line sticks.. Just stay centered, amd know your a little bit of both sides..thanks for this poem.

[Tes Arc]

Thanks, man, it helps to know my stuff helps others.

[Deron Anthony]

No problem 😊